This week I hit three.
The first was near Memorial hospital. The proprietor was a 60-something guy with some longish hair slicked back with 1950s hair product, wearing a black leather bomber. He kept repeating, "It's just stuff, Man. It's just stuff, Man." Like he was trying to convince himself that all the crap laid out on his driveway was "just stuff" and not the evidence of his wasted life. I took a picture but had to take it secretly from my car. I won't even post it because it was so sad. I bought the world's longest scissors and a really old stapler. One dollar each.
Next I hit a sale on Lebanon which was mostly a mom and her 12 year old daughter selling all the stuff they don't want anymore and probably shouldn't have bought in the first place. I don't think I bought a single thing. This is saying something because I can usually find something to buy at EVERY sale I attend.
Finally, I went to the school rummage sale Laura mentioned in the previous post. There was no signage that I could see. I only knew it was a rummage sale because Laura called me. It was well-staffed but poorly supplied. There was just not enough stuff. It looked like 2 families hauled their crap to the school gym and spread it out thin to make it look like a rummage sale. A sad statement about the population that supports this particular school. The highlight was the extensive Danielle Steele hardback collection. Again, I found not one thing to purchase. Props to the ladies who showed up to staff it. They were over-prepared.
Next week has GOT to be better. Tune in...
Nancy
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